( It happened so fast, as Leonard one moment was perfectly upright and invested in the lovely new development that was Yennefer, and then he was flat on his back.
And mildly outraged for it, squirming around atop the pile of lace and velvet and crepe de chine to grab a handful of his coat, and hiss: )
Drift, what the Hell! Hello, Yennefer– ( he adds after a protracted moment, )
[ The spiraling out of that moment hadn't unraveled fast enough, and in its aftermath, Drift only sunk onto the velvet padded at the foot of the bed. Even when Leonard twisted on the bed, he barely moved and landed an accidental kick between his shoulder blades. ]
Give me a second. [ Drift scrubbed a hand over his face and shook his head ] I'm getting a feel for how awkward this situation is.
[ Apparently, not much at all. This wasn't a terrible situation to be in, all things considered. Only Drift couldn't help but feel he was letting something potentially explosive get out of control. ]
In my defense, I couldn't guess who organizes their clothes by decorating the floor and the furniture.
[ The verifiable hunch that passes through Yennefer's shoulders could definitely be constituted as a shrug — either way, she's not that broken up about whether or not any of the dresses tossed across the bed are currently in the midst of being mussed, not as she crosses the small cabin space over to the drink bar with the aim of pouring herself something dark and strong. ]
Is it awkward? Doctor.
[ An acknowledgment for Leonard, paired with an expression over her face that has since resembled more nonchalance — although there's a subtle note of interest there too. ]
Well, given that you deposited him there out of instinct, I'd argue you were thinking less of the dresses and more of what was about to happen on top of them. [ She takes a measured sip of the drink she serves for herself, eyes shifting between both of them over the rim of the glass. ] You don't need to stop on my account.
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And mildly outraged for it, squirming around atop the pile of lace and velvet and crepe de chine to grab a handful of his coat, and hiss: )
Drift, what the Hell! Hello, Yennefer– ( he adds after a protracted moment, )
Sorry about the dresses.
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Give me a second. [ Drift scrubbed a hand over his face and shook his head ] I'm getting a feel for how awkward this situation is.
[ Apparently, not much at all. This wasn't a terrible situation to be in, all things considered. Only Drift couldn't help but feel he was letting something potentially explosive get out of control. ]
In my defense, I couldn't guess who organizes their clothes by decorating the floor and the furniture.
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Is it awkward? Doctor.
[ An acknowledgment for Leonard, paired with an expression over her face that has since resembled more nonchalance — although there's a subtle note of interest there too. ]
Well, given that you deposited him there out of instinct, I'd argue you were thinking less of the dresses and more of what was about to happen on top of them. [ She takes a measured sip of the drink she serves for herself, eyes shifting between both of them over the rim of the glass. ] You don't need to stop on my account.